507 Scout’s Honor.

A couple of times recently when my Mom has seen me she’s asked why I have my sad face on. Of course I didn’t realize I had it on because I wasn’t particularly sad. It’s making me self conscious because now I’m afraid that my default face has become my sad face, so my head no longer matches my emotional state. How is anyone going to know what I’m feeling if my emotions don’t match my face? Pretty soon no one will care if I look sad because I always look that way. It’s like I have the face that cried wolf.

The thing is that if I try to make my face match my emotional state then I have to examine what I’m feeling at any given moment, then try to decide what face best fits. Of course when I try to make a face that I think matches an emotion I just end up looking disturbing. My natural smile is warm, inviting, dare I say, sexy? In contrast the smile I make when I’m thinking about smiling just screams geography teacher. (The most rapey of all the teachers.)

I’m considering making up little tags I can hang on my clothes that express, in no uncertain terms, what emotion I’m feeling. Unless, of course, I’m feeling uncertainty. Something like ‘hello, my emotion is _____” stickers, get me? I guess I could just use Post-Its for now and if it looks like there’s a market for them I can go into mass production.

You should just try making something that says what your emotions are, depending on you body heat, and facial expressions.
Like, a little stcker here, a little elctronic gel there, and BAM!
No more need for faces!

Back in the seventies, they actually invented a color-changing ring for just such uses. It was supposed to change colors to reflect your mood, so everyone would just look at your finger instead of trying to actually gauge what your emotional state was.

And in the second panel, it looks like Carol is trying to use the Jedi Mind Trick on Thomas. Probably because she already tried the Jedi Boob Trick in #504.

People don’t comment on my “mood” much… mostly because they get it wrong. I kinda expect that though. Aspergian & all.

Still… there have been a few people who assumed I was in a good mood because they heard me whistling. What they apparently didn’t know is that I whistle when I’m aggravated and need to calm myself. And woe betide anyone who bugs me when I start singing in public.